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alebastard jones Feb 2014
Let your voices speak to you

Because for all you know she has voices too.
Read "the voices" to understand the true meaning of this. rebuttal to my poem by tanisha jean connor. both "voices" are based of the same story from the characters of "the voices"
alebastard jones Feb 2014
And what has this world come to?
I look up at the tangerine skies
And I think I can fly
But Lord please don't try
because the drugs are telling me lies

Make me feel strong when I'm weak
When I'm down bring me to my feet
But only for a short time
Until i come down from this high

Spend all my money
Chase all this gold
But what's left now
Everything has been sold

So now its me myself and I
Still chasing this high
Take a deep inhale
Sit back and sigh
And savor every second
Of this powerful high

Till we meet again
On some cloudy day
Needle deep may i say
This love is wasting me away.

But my love this will be last
This chapter of my life has passed
Its the dawn of a new day
And we must part ways

It was fun while it lasted
The laughs we shared were long
But alas i bid adew
Its time to start new
A happy life for me.
And sobrietys the key.
alebastard jones Feb 2014
This pen and paper are mocking me.
showing my many flaws.
This cause is a lost
my hand is cramping.
**** this writers block!
I know there's somthing in my soul,
a story to share with you all.
But alas, I'm still lost,
trying to fix this writers block.
mabey a tale of true love perhaps!
No, that's a bore and we've already heard them all.
Mabey an Odyssey of a powerful kingdoms fall?
But even if i try,
ii can not deny
i don't know where to start,
a total brain ****.
so my brother and sisters!
Lets all work around the clock,
And mabey together we can defeat our one true Enemy
writers block.
alebastard jones Feb 2014
What a tangled web we weave.
what a terrible act to Conceive.
of the damaged love between my friends and me..
becoming Estranged from my family..
Oh how the Loneliness can drive a man to the brink of insanity.
thank god i have these thoughts in my head to keep me company.

but alas, for this is but one love that is true.
the love of one girl with eyes of sapphire blue.
and even after everything we've been through.
To my one and only, I will always love you
alebastard jones Feb 2014
This is it
my perfect bliss
the perfect kiss
at the end of her ruby lip stick
now picture this.
a young man who had fallen inlove
age 16, the protagonist of this story thought he had finally won.
the jackpot.
well that's a thought,
his perfect world came crumbling down when his girl got caught,
straight leaning.
going into bed with other men
right then he felt his mind start to break and mend.
he was broken,
A shell,
A pain unspoken.
he's now in hell,
heartless,
with his pride stolen.
thoughts of suicide Plague his mind,
The voices in his head screaming "DO IT NOWS YOUR TIME!"
but he was scared,
and he cared,
about his family.
why should they suffer because he discovered true insanity?
now what's next?
the steps,
to full recovery?
he doesn't want pills or to sit for hours in therapy.
there's only one way to make what's wrong right,
go out in the night, with this knife, and take this man's life.
that's what they said
the voices,
inside my head.
its him or me!
i thought about it last night iwhile i layed in bed.
the only way to stop these voices inside my head,
is ether **** him dead or to take my own life instead!
I CAN'T DO IT!
lets face it,
I'm not a real man,
those ******* voices telling me "THIS ACT CAN NOT STAND!
NOW GO OUT AND RETAIN YOUR HONOR!
YOU THINK HE GAVE A **** ABOUT YOU WHILE HE ****** HER?!"
this is it.
its time.
to tie the knouse,
and hang from this celing fan until my face turns blue.
"**** THAT! LETS GO AND **** HIS MOM,
IN FRONT OF HIM AND WE CAN MAKE THIS A PERSONAL ISSUE!"
in hindsight,i couldve made a better choice.
Now I'm in jail, with no bail, and alone with this voice.
i tell the judge "I HAVE NO REGRETS, WELL MABEY ONE.
I NEVER GOT THE CHANCE TO GET MY HANDS ON HER ONLY SON.
BUT ILL WAIT 100 YEARS AND ROT IN THAT CELL
FOR THAT FAITHFUL DAY WHEN I MEET THAT SORRY ******* IN HELL..."
The capitals represent his inner demons talking and finally his inner evil took him over completely in the last lines.

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